Several days later, outside the territory of Xuzhou City, a cavalry unit hurriedly sped along, led by the pale-faced Yuwen Huaji.
"Brother, we've already left the territory of Xuzhou. Let's find a place to rest and recuperate; your injuries..."
Watching the pale-faced, teeth-clenched Yuwen Huaji, Yuwen Zhiji, who was riding closely beside him, expressed his worry with repeated urging.
Several days earlier, a deal had been struck, and the Yuwen Sect, at great expense, had sent a large troop with a hefty sum of gold to purchase their freedom.
They then rode relentlessly, day and night, fleeing Xuzhou in extreme haste, far away from this land fraught with danger.
Yuwen Zhiji had no objections to this plan. That man was so terrifying that it was only right to avoid his sharp edge, but Yuwen Huaji seemed to have developed a psychological trauma, ignoring his injuries as he urged his horse into a frantic gallop, not daring to stop even for a moment.
